First of all, before I begin my story, I would like to give a massive shout out to ‘Uncle’ Luke. Well, that’s what the lady I loved so deeply said he was. She said he was ‘Uncle’ Luke. I never for a moment thought anyone would ever steal my sweetheart from me. I thought I was the man. I wish I could do a lot of things. I wish I could hire a gang to beat you up ‘Uncle Luke’.
It’s said that for a man, revenge is the second sweetest joy; the sweetest joy is making love to the woman of your desires with a wallet full of money on the side of the bed. I agree. But the Bible says though shall not revenge, Right?
Second, I’d also love to give a massive shout out to Lisa, my former lover, a lady I loved so much. I treated Lisa like a queen. I did everything for her. I sacrificed all that I had for her. Why did she have to break my heart and crush it? Why did she do this to me? Why? The question has a repetitive structure in my mind but no answers come.
I would also like to give a shout out to all ‘uncles’ – unreal ones. If I was in a position of power, I would make them all suffer. I don’t know how but I would find a way. There comes a time in life you love a girl and feel you would give everything for her. You feel she’s your life and you would do anything to keep her in your arms forever. That’s how I felt for Lisa. I know a part of my mistake anyway. I broke an important law of love by loving too much. Adequate love is permitted but excessive love is always poisonous.
An ancient law of love and seduction says you shouldn’t be too nice. Being too nice is the greatest error a man in love can make. At first, perhaps, your kindness is charming, but it soon grows monotonous; you are trying too hard to please, and come off as insecure. Instead of overwhelming your object of affection with niceness, try inflicting some pain. Make them feel guilty and insecure. Instigate a rapprochement, a return to your earlier kindness, will turn them weak at the knees. The lower the lows you create, the greater the highs you will get to. To heighten the erotic charge, create the excitement of fear.
I met Lisa under unpredictable circumstances. I was at the bus park in our campus, seated, waiting for the next bus to Ruiru to arrive. I had planned to go see a friend who resided there. I didn’t have a bus pass so I had borrowed one from a friend. Being a crucial time of the semester, I was quite broke and had resorted to using the student shuttle services illegally.
I noticed that the girl seated next to me was crying. She seemed deeply troubled and in pain so I went ahead to ask her what was wrong. The moment she turned her head and looked me directly in the eye, I felt lost. Her powerful round eyes pulled me and I sank in them, deeper and deeper as she spoke.
At being in an inconsolable state at first, she opened up and told me she had lost all her money and purse somewhere in school and she had nothing left. After some internal debate whether it was appropriate to put my arm around her shoulder, I finally did it. She didn’t resist and I was glad to find out that movie scenes sometimes do come to life. I then offered her my new unused handkerchief to wipe her tears with.
I kept on offering her mental support as we were in the bus and our chemistry slowly developed. When we arrived at Ruiru, I withdrew some of the little money I had in my MPESA account and gave it to her. I felt pity for her. She appreciated and gave me her number. It marked the beginning of bliss that later turned into agony.
It turned out to be the onset of a sweet love affair that blossomed like a lotus flower. Conversations on Facebook, Twitter, Whats App and texts ended late in the night always. To say it was wonderful is such a massive understatement. It was amazing, unbelievable and intriguing. Every passing day was a reason to be happy and look forward to the next. The way she always jumped on me whenever we met, made my friends jealous. Everything seemed flawless. Everything seemed real. Everything seemed the best there ever was.